I love reading blogs and I read A LOT of them, but I don't comment that much. There are lots of reasons for this, but it's not because i don't read them. It's just that sometimes I don't have anything worth saying that hasn't already been said. That's not a reflection on the blog content, but more a reflection on me I think, but anywho . . . Sometimes on a blog, you read sad stuff. I have actually wanted to send a little something to a blogger (just a pick-me-up or what have you) to cheer them, or maybe to congratulate them on something, but I never do it.
The reasons for that are even weirder than you can imagine. But whatever. .
I just wonder if people get attached to bloggers who don't even know them, because i sort of do. I don't lie awake wondering where they live or anything, but I wouldn't like anything bad to happen to them, and if it does, I feel bad. Weird, huh?
My son has a friend over every Tuesday. His friend's name is Tim, so we like to call those days, TimmyTuesdays. It's lame, but that's how I roll. Anywho, we picked up said Timmy last week and were driving home discussing the best weapon to have in a zombie infestation and whatnot (frankly I feel that the crowbar and machete should not be counted out so easily - you can't run out of ammo) and we drove past this guy.
And I swear I am NOT making fun of him because this guy rocked. I was really afraid you couldn't see it in the photo. We had to turn around to drive past again to take it. His beard is so long, it is actually fluttering and bouncing over his shoulders as he runs. It's like seeing one of those garden gnomes running down the street.
Pretty cool - Ima try and blow it up for you.
So that's what Santa's doin' in June right?